Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 176: The True King

Only three people were in the private reception room.

Lord Paxter Redwyne sat in the master seat, and a silver-haired knight sat in the guest seat.

Even more unbelievable was that Montford Velaryon was kneeling before the knight!

"Lord Paxter,"

"The surveillance of the God's Grace Curtain has been deceived by ancient Valyrian magic. What follows is the truth."

Montford Velaryon shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"The one before you is the eldest son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen! Aegon VI of House Targaryen!"

"King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. The true dragon king! Heir to the great Valyrian magical empire!!"

"The King has returned!"

The voice was so loud that Lord Paxter was frightened, fearing that someone would hear it.

"The truth"?

Rhaegar's son is still alive?!

"But, fifteen years ago..." Lord Paxter's voice was full of doubt.

As everyone knew, when King's Landing fell fifteen years ago, the infant Aegon had already died at the hands of the Mountain.

The silver-haired knight did not answer.

Montford Velaryon smiled slightly, "That baby was just a child from a farmer's family. Varys did it perfectly, and no one noticed. As for what happened after..."

Varys! A farmer's son?!

Following this line of thought, Lord Paxter automatically supplemented the subsequent development.

Varys used shady means to hide the little prince and sent him out of King's Landing one day, then secretly raised the little prince.

"Alas," Montford Velaryon sighed.

"It's a pity that Lord Varys was framed and killed. Fortunately, he didn't reveal His Majesty's whereabouts, truly loyal."

Lord Paxter looked at Montford Velaryon.

The Velaryon family was close to the Targaryen family and also possessed Valyrian blood. In recent years, they had become increasingly weakened.

It was not impossible for Velaryon to support the little prince's restoration.

However, Lord Paxter was even more confused. Why choose me? How long have they been colluding in secret, and who else is involved?

"Lord Paxter."

Montford Velaryon slowly stood up.

"The Seven Kingdoms are in the midst of war, the lords are panicked, and the people are suffering. It is time to bring the country back on track."

Montford Velaryon couldn't help but glance at the quiet king before speaking again.

"The true king will soothe the pain, expel the rebels, and punish the crimes. The lords who have suffered losses in maintaining the orthodoxy of the Iron Throne will be compensated and rewarded."

Lord Paxter understood the meaning of these words.

After the Usurper's War, the Redwyne family, who supported the Targaryens and their liege lord Tyrell, naturally suffered considerable losses as a result.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten.

His two sons had become hostages, the Redwyne family's reputation was damaged, their influence on the court was greatly reduced, and the tariffs on Arbor Gold wine were increased.

If the king were changed...

Lord Paxter couldn't help but look at the silver-haired knight.

The knight's hair was like molten silver, and his violet eyes were gentle yet dignified.

And that face, the more he looked at it, the more it resembled Prince Rhaegar, the more he looked like a standard Targaryen. He looked sixteen or seventeen years old, exactly the age Prince Aegon would be.

Montford Velaryon took a step forward.

"Prince Doran has already agreed to the secret alliance. As soon as the royal banner is re-established, tens of thousands of Dornish spearmen will march north to join the war!"

"Miss Margaery's fiancé is not Renly! The real marriage contract is between Targaryen and Tyrell. Now, it's just to let the Baratheons kill each other and consume their strength."

Margaery? Lord Paxter's breathing stagnated. This can't be true?!

Montford Velaryon continued, "We all know the power of the shipboard cannons. Gods bless us, both armies of the Baratheons are gathering towards Storm's End."

"Storm's End by the sea, they will fight there."

"At that time, the fleet will turn against them..."

Lord Paxter recalled the tragic state of the hill in the outer harbor, as if he had seen the bodies of countless soldiers shattered.

Shipboard cannons!

But this did not make him decide to join Prince Aegon's command, but made him even more hesitant.

Shipboard cannons.

Such a terrifying weapon was the work of King Joffrey.

Although he had only learned a few pieces of information from visiting guests, he was already filled with awe for the king's divine power.

Who knew what other terrible powers King Joffrey possessed?

Could a rebellious fleet defeat the divinely blessed King Joffrey? And the reliance of this fleet was still the power bestowed by the king.

Moreover, even if the prince's identity was real, how could it be proven, how could it convince the Seven Kingdoms?

Lord Paxter looked at the prince.

"The emblem on your chest doesn't seem to be a dragon?"

It was a three-legged firebird.

The prince smiled and said, "Is that so? Take a closer look."

Lord Paxter was stunned for a moment and had to look again, but...

A dragon?!

The original three-legged firebird changed from golden yellow to blood red. The head split into three and transformed into a dragon, its wings wide open and its tail wrapped around.

The Targaryen emblem!

"Is it really a dragon? Take another look." A mysterious voice echoed.

Lord Paxter blinked.

The emblem in front of him changed again, causing his heart to race, his brain to buzz, and he collapsed to the ground.

A shield! A black stag and a golden lion stood on either side!

Paxter Redwyne trembled as he raised his head to look at the prince's face. Everything had changed.

The gold of sunlight replaced the silver of mystery.

Violet turned into green crystal.

"Greetings... Your Majesty." Paxter uttered with difficulty.

Joffrey glanced at him teasingly.

"Spare the formalities, Lord Paxter. I am quite surprised that in such a long game, you have not truly stated your position."

Lord Paxter opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

What could he say?

I was just hesitating, I didn't intend to agree to the rebellion?

For kings, even a moment of hesitation and consideration is equally intolerable.

"However," Joffrey got up and patted him on the shoulder, "I believe Lord Paxter was just hesitating how to refuse and capture the rebels, which is why he didn't stop them immediately. Right?"

Paxter nodded repeatedly.

Joffrey calmly ordered, "The Redwyne fleet will be incorporated into the Royal Fleet, commanded by Horas and Hobert, heading north to the Iron Islands. Desmera will stay by my side to serve me. No problem, right?"

Paxter paused, knowing he had no choice, and had to continue nodding.

Joffrey looked gratified, "From today onwards, you are the 'Guardian of the Summer Sea', guarding the sea and defending against enemies."

"Thank you for your Majesty's grace!"

Knowing that the ordeal had passed, Paxter couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, what were those just now..."

Joffrey chuckled, "Of course they were fake. Aegon died long ago, and Margaery is still Uncle Renly's fiancée, for now."

Lord Paxter sighed secretly, further recognizing the situation.

There is only one true king.

Joffrey asked again, "Bethany Redwyne, what is your relationship with her?"

Paxter was stunned.

She was a branch of the Redwyne family, fortunate enough to marry Lord Rowan.

What did the king mean?

Joffrey generously stated, "The Rowan family is about to be destroyed. You can save her and her children, and even let them inherit the Rowan family's castle."

For a moment, Paxter was speechless.

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